Happy Mother's Day

Mother's Hands

Lois J. Funk

Mother's hands were busy hands,

But never did they fail

To take the time to tie a bow

Or braid a loose pigtail.

And never did those hands refuse

To soothe a fevered brow,

So even injured dolls pulled through

In Mother's hands, somehow.

It seemed those hands were magic,

Always knowing where to start

To reconstruct a shattered dream

Or mend a broken heart.

Dear Lord, I pray, as years go by,

Whatever life's demands,

That I may give just half the love

I've found in Mother's hands.

Missing you more than you could ever know, Happy Mother's Day, Mama!
I love you!